After two months in France, two months in Paris, I can look back at my time there. I have always been the first one to criticize Paris, the métro, le train, Parisians and everything I could. And now I left… wow ! I love Paris so much !

Let’s talk about something who drove me crazy since I arrived in Kuwait. How to feel like home in a country you don’t know ? It’s weird to leave our family, our friends and our habits to move to another place. So I thought a lot about it and I will give you few advices to not do the same mistakes I did.

In every society, there is beauty standards. I have the feeling, even if it’s changing, that in France, the beauty is in skinny girls. In Kuwait, it’s the opposite : women have more shapes. Jane Birkin VS Kim Kardashian, more or less.

Two years ago, I posted one question on my Facebook account : Sri Lanka, Nepal or Iran ? I couldn’t make a choice so I let people choose for me. Few minutes after, I had a text from one of my friend. “If you are going to Iran, I’ll go with you”. As soon as I read it, I booked my flight and ten days after, I was waiting for my friend in Teheran.